Every so often, while surfing the classifieds in an attempt to find people that want to share themselves with us, you find a couple that are truly outstanding. It would be fair to say we had a hard time finding a couple where the woman was a true bi-sexual with a boyfriend or husband in tow. The single bi-sexual female was indeed as elusive as the Manhattan tiger.
Helen was different – lesbian, but with a husband; a husband to look after the kids while she met with her female friends for pleasurable evenings; often involving an array of sexual aids and accompaniments.
Everyone in this world has their own agenda and Helen’s was simple. Swing and meet bi-sexual women who then become lesbian friends for her.
It was inevitable that our paths crossed in the world-wide-web. We started chatting to them while on a swingers contact site. As well as sharing themselves sexually, they were also naturists and so were not afraid to parade naked in front of other people. We thought this was a very good sign of the good times to come.
We could tell from the email exchanges that Helen was very much interested in Lezza; especially given the images that we had posted of her online and it wasn’t long before the four of us had arranged to meet in a pub close to them. The night went well but it was a bit limiting with their kids tucked up in bed while we tried to get intimate downstairs. It was nothing short of horny and the two girls certainly teased the fuck out of each other, and so it was that we arranged a night where they could visit us; in the no-holds-barred house of lust.
We couldn’t wait. Well, Lezza couldn’t wait. All she talked about was getting her lips on Helen’s pussy and bringing her off while we watched from the side lines. Lezza loved the size of Helen’s breasts; I think it was one of the first things she actually noticed. I warned her that us men were not to be left out. She promised, but it was a weak and feeble promise.
We waited. Helen and Matt waited. And the time dragged.
ooOoo
Lezza and I looked at each other when the front doorbell rang.
“That’s them,” Lezza said with a wicked smile. With a spring in her step, no knickers and no bra, she bounced to the front door. We greeted each other and Helen kissed both of us; but spent a noticeable amount of time with Lezza. Matt was not left out but did not come in for the same amount of attention.
“Dinner won’t be long,” I announced.
We had prepared a simple meal so that we did not feel too hungry as the night grew long. We ate, we chatted, we were being very naughty adults at the table; especially when Helen picked up the squirty cream and looked suggestively at it. Her gaze finally fell on Lezza.
Lezza grinned back at her. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said.
The strawberries were covered in squirty cream and were eaten. Job done. Dinner was over and playtime began.
None of us were wearing very much. Just the basic clothing to cover one’s modesty while eating and it wasn’t long before we were naked and standing by the table. Well, three of us were standing. Lezza was being pushed onto her back by Helen; armed with the squirty cream. Helen placed her finger along Lezza’s slit and prised it open and with the most lascivious grin that I have ever seen on a woman’s face, pointed the nozzle so that it touched her lips, and pressed. A rush of white cream filled Lezza’s cunt and splashed over her outer lips; causing a giggle from Lezza and a wanton expectation on Helen’s face.
“Sorry,” said Helen, “you boys just lost out.” As if we had any chance in the first place.
Without any more words, Helen dipped her face into Lezza’s pussy to feast on the sweetness of the cream and other accompaniments. It was a no brainer. We got hard. Lezza started sighing and moaning and Helen had her mouth full. It was obviously how Helen had wanted to start the night off and it would seem that dinner was superfluous.
Lezza actually had to prize herself from the table; grabbing Helen in the palms of her hands and pulling her up to meet her pursed lips. They kissed passionately and intimately. Lezza had longed to kiss a woman that actually loved kissing women back. Lezza breathed in the experience as Matt and I watched both women kiss and snog in front of us. Matt and I would agree with each other that we could have watched them forever – as such a sensuous sight it was to behold.
Helen had brought with her ‘the box.’ It was her box of tricks as she liked to call it. She warned us that she would and its contents were a sight to behold. She tipped the contents of the box out on the floor. Dildo’s, rampant rabbit’s and anal beads bounced onto the carpet. The one that caught Lezza’s eye was the double-ended dildo. I could tell that that was definitely going to get used later.
Both girls handled the toys but it was Helen that pushed Lezza onto the floor with a firm hand around her breast and started to kiss her on the mouth. While Helen kissed Lezza, Matt joined them and started to lick his wife’s pussy from under her upturned bum as Lezza’s hand came up behind Helen’s head; sharing a passionate kiss as she did so.
Helen moved her mouth to Lezza’s breasts; circling her nipples with her tongue and sucking her nipples into her mouth. Helen’s mouth wandered down to Lezza’s pussy and Helen started to let it wander around in her sensuous folds. Matt moved away and joined me; watching them both have fun from a safe distance. The camera came out and I started clicking away.
I was mesmerised by the way Lezza seemed to be in a dreamy state for most of her time on her back. Her lips pursed, then opened and then a tongue slipped between them as Helen pleasured her honey pot. Helen’s sex was to the side of Lezza. It was a matter of inches before they would be in a sixty nine position. It was certainly where they were heading.
A sigh left Lezza’s mouth as a finger came up onto Helen’s sex before she inserted her finger into it. It just slipped in. A few taps of Lezza’s hand on the inside of Helen’s thigh and Helen swung her leg over and straddled Lezza’s body. It was such a horny sight. You just can’t beat watching two women pleasure themselves. Not the porn types, or the porn movie types. Real people. Real agendas. Showing real pleasure on both their faces at the same time. Sexual exploration is so fantastic to watch.
It was lovely to observe them manoeuvre into position; all the while pleasuring each other as they did so. Helen was that much taller than Lezza and I could see Lezza straining to lift her head to lick on Helen’s pussy. I grabbed a cushion or two from the sofa and positioned it under Lezza’s head so that she could reach without getting neck strain.